The pure gold cage that had imprisoned me by the bedside a week ago now gaped empty, and its once-gleaming bars were mangled beyond recognition.
Drenched in blood, with clinging scraps of flesh, the twisted metal told a violent story.
Soren's breath caught as a hoarse, guttural hissing sound came from behind him.
A lowly vampire lunged, its teeth bared in a snarl.
In one fluid motion, he kicked the creature clear across the room.
His brow, already knotted with tension, darkened into a thunderous glare.
Where the hell was I, and since when had this abomination gotten in?
His mind raced with unanswered questions, and all of them pointed to one impossible conclusion.
Drawing a steadying breath, he forced calm into his veins and advanced toward the vampire.
Before he took three steps,
